Is this sky white
Salt water or faded?
You sing, and the song shameless
Bregovыe vyazhet occasion.
Blue millstone were dispersed and milled
Water corn flour.
Blue and gold expanse
Girded your longing.
Not alarmed grace Gloom
Tanned wave of your hand.
Anyway - Arkhangelskoye il Umboyu
You swim in the Solovki.
Still under the worn deck
Do you see pogorbivshiysya skit.
Sings your complaint
On the bends there the willows.
So I want to lean over the song
Above the water, spihivaya day ...
But instead of quietly shines months
Reflect on the cloud seal.
1917
what the fuck didn’t fucking understand